off the glass tabletop : an angel flew

after the quick shower
droplets of fresh water drape
the skeletal remains of a coral leaf
span a dainty membrane over 
a charred angel's wing, dead 
tossed out of the sea (its element)
yet bonding with the likes of it
as nothing else on earth

bones and water dance 
in light, effortless

pause pulse glisten
as silver spills upon this barren
inconceivable sky-desert of glass
white clouds heaven’s dust
birth around the surface
breathe shallow-quick
insatiable air to spring
in flight again :
in the afterlife of a charred
one-wing angel

there is always a first flight
in uncertain times of change

one sure thing : an angel 
will always be an angel


  1. What you have envisioned here warms the heart. :-) That's what it's all about....... LOVE it.

  2. thank you very much, Iulia!
    your words : warming my heart now. i smile.